Desert Edges

[Demian]

Living out here on these desert edges
with a pale wind blowing
the gales of dust from perimeter to perimeter
and hazing the obtuse glare of city lights
is like a sandy dream when night unfolds the light.

I see the palomino and olive tree darting to and fro,
the scorpions settling under hedged rocks
and then
something brushes past the quarry here with deftness.
We have locked eyes for a moment--
this wandering Coyote on the edge of the city.
He jettisons past my plastic hovel
and a sudden gust breeches the winsome willow beyond
my window.
This willow bends down and seems to be
gazing down on me, too.

For I am an alien in a forlorn land;
and Nature has not been keen on my
plasticene sillouette looking back
at her.

[Granny5]

I like this very much. I like poems that make me feel like I'm looking at the scene.

[PrinceMyshkin]

What a wonderful experience of witnessing, along with you! I especially treasured these observed phenomena:


the palomino and olive tree...the scorpions... this wandering Coyote... the winsome willow

and then this:


For I am an alien in a forlorn land;
and Nature has not been keen on my
plasticene sillouette looking back
at her.

Many thanks.